Mechanical Arousal by The One Who Does Not Exist

Mechanical Arousal by The One Who Does Not Exist

Painting by The One Who Does Not Exist

Daisy pushed up bottom stands out
Sweet nudity of youth like fountain route
Intimate and close to greasy, bike wheel rubber
Hot, fluro-pink piston rod-like udder

Grunt from machine, rugged and well built
Entices her young lips to move forward and tilt
Extreme sensations do set her free
Groans like a wild kitten-cub do decree

Bent over cranks rock hard
Lover yanks this block for half a yard
Tender sweet delight desires this ride
Infatuated by this beast-like thrust on her hide

Mechanical yet sensual desire to be free
Fluctuations of ride embed to eternity

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A sight for sore eyes

A sight for sore eyes

Painting by the One Does Not Exist

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The Fountain of Youth by The One Who Does Not Exist

The Fountain of Youth by The One Who Does Not Exist

Painting by The One Who Does Not Exist

As I drink from the fountain of youth

I discover this reality transcends to

An awareness of a parallel universe

That intertwines with kisses as a 22 year old

Chinese Goddess feeds me with sensual arousal

Beyond this horizon erupts a tingling

Of ten thousand er hu’s gently caressing

My lips as this fountain showers me

With her moist tenderness

Flames the size of those on the surface of the sun

Explode from ever growing urges to thrust deep and hard

Into this heavenly apparition that has manifested before my eyes

As a reality I feel I was born to serve

Poem and painting by The One Who Does Not Exist.

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Sex At Dawn aside ...

Sex At Dawn aside ...

This amusing aside in the book Sex At Dawn tickled me somewhat ...

"As far as we know, there is no corresponding taste among women for erotica featuring multiple overweight middle-aged ladies with cheap tattoos, bad haircuts, and black socks having sex with one hot guy".

pg 231 Sex At Dawn - Christopher Ryan and Calcilda Jetha.

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Erotic Chick by The One Who Does Not Exist

Erotic Chick by The One Who Does Not Exist

Drawing by The One Who Does Not Exist

 Covered with cream on her chest

A chick so full why should I detest

Fire of beauty, youth and thrills

This wild child gives me chills

Annihilate any move that does suppress

All in one move this chick I undress

Hold me tight I do want you

This feeling because it’s true

Fight with reality to keep her here

This wild clit I suck is near

Girl takes hold of my cock

A thrust in her I unlock

Now and then feelings do manifest

All a glory to lick the rest

With tits so ripe I do adore

This girl and now I want her more

Poem and drawing by The One Who Does Not Exist.

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Dressage undressed

Dressage undressed

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This video caught my eye because of its unusual spatial relationship with the camera. I can't quite make out what they are on and where they are. The doors in the background must be cupboard doors to a wardrobe or some such closet like space, towards the end of the clip the woman reaches over and places her hand on them to steady her orgasm. They are quite close, so the room appears to be a small room. The lamp lighting that casts a shadow down the side of the woman's body is a nice amateur feature to the voyeuristic mood of the clip, and we can't see the man at all, only an arm appears at one stage yet we know he must be just below the surface of the table of which the camera is placed.

It seems he may be sitting on a chair but then the slaps when increased sound as if he is either sitting on a very springy cushion or has amazing thigh muscles.

Back and forth she goes, rowing herself on his cock, a supple organ oar for her orgasm, her fingers kaboodling her kit below ... she finally reaches the shore of climax anchoring herself to the cupboard door.

But what is she saying at 00:30? He says "what", she repeats but I can't catch it, his reply is "no".  They are whispering, so it makes sense this is being done in some form of secrecy. At one point he huffs and she asks "what"? His reply "nothing".  There is a sense of urgency between these two, hushed, rushed, around 2:35 there is an exchange of which again is unclear. They are both very determined to reach their orgasms. So what might the story be?

The finishing dialogue, well, it's "I love you", said by both.

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Random raunch

Random raunch

I was preparing to retire. It had been a long night of editing another play, 3:30am to be precise. I had spent the last thirty minutes watching a Richard Burton and Peter Sellers interview by Parkinson on YouTube. Some fascinating insights from Burton on Welsh character traits. I thought that I'd settle my night by watching some amateur footage I had downloaded earlier in the day and then retire to bed and listen to some audio books by G.K. Chesterton, when I was inspired to jump onto a rotating webcam site and see what was happening. I was peeking through the camera, showing my face, and came across two cocks, they quickly renewed the rotation, and then a gentleman appeared ... he quickly renewed the rotation. Then I found myself looking at a bust and was quite ready for it to disappear and another cam reappear in its place. However, it did not vanish. I typed a greeting followed by a compliment at the sight that befell me. The remark was amiably returned.

I asked if I could share by lowering my cam down to my own particulars. My invitation at this mutual positioning was agreed upon. So I lowered my cam and rummaged out my erection. Any moment now I thought the screen would go blank and I'd be yet again flipping to the next series of voyeurs. But she asked me to wave. Strange I thought, usually it is the opposite way around. The guys ask the women to wave because it is common for screen grabbing of playing videos to occur on these sites, and thus trick the voyeur into thinking they are interacting with a real individual. I asked if she would fancy joining in on mutual fondling (Not quite so formally), and she began touching her breasts, so this was no well timed elaborate hoax. I could see her hands responding to my typed messages when she replied, so we were both in sync.

She then asked if she got out her breasts would I cum for her quickly. Well, being that I have been on a sexual hiatus for quite some time - much longer then I ever have been before. I knew that, yes, I most certainly could cum quickly. Out they came with lots of nipple rubbing and as I promised, I shot hard, fast, and somewhat messily. We exchanged Skype addresses so who know what may happen, she is from Estonia, bizarre what random encounter occurs when you're least expecting it. I've always believed that these things happen when your mind is focused on other creative matters, because the creatively fills you up as a person, it makes you whole again. it provides you with the gerund to put existence into action; the nature of being.

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